Marriage Becomes Love

Chapter 75 You crave?

As the wind blew from the slightly open window, a chill started to creep at his feet and pierced into his pores, cold air dominating the room.

A girl with eyes still closed tried to fumble around looking for her blanket that was not attached to her body.

Not getting what he wanted, the girl had to get up, rubbing her heavy eyes.

After getting what she wanted, the girl went back to lying down, pulling the warm object up to the neckline, her eyes unintentionally looking at the watch on her bedside nightstand.

"Even o'clock is past," he murmured.

The girl turned to the side, someone who always hugged her and gave her warmth when her sleep had not yet returned, a sense of anxiety arose in her.

"It's this hour, Rayhan hasn't come home yet" he said.

The girl got up, picked up her phone, looked for Rayhan's contact, then called her husband.

"The number you're going to, it's out of reach, try a few more moments." Only the voice of the operator could be heard from that flat object.

Ashila tried to call her husband's number back.

"The number you're going to…"

As soon as Ashila turned off her phone, the girl sighed furiously, she was really worried about her husband now, where was her husband? What do? With who?

"Oh Allah, always take care of my husband" his mind was soft.

Ashila also shuffled from the mattress, tucked her hair origin, she intended to wait for her husband in the living room alone, she thought.

By the time Ashila was about to step towards the door, the door had already opened first, featuring a man with a fairly disheveled appearance, a tie that had already been torn off, two buttons of his top shirt opened, and a, what a performance that does not match his status as CEO.

"Mas" said Ashila.

The girl immediately walked over a little hastily to Rayhan and hugged her husband tightly.

Ashila felt the faint smell of female perfume wafted from Rayhan's shirt which also returned her embrace.

Actually this is not the first time Ashila smelled a woman's perfume from her husband's clothes, a few days ago she also smelled the perfume with the same aroma in her husband's shirt. Ashila tries to think positively. But today, the girl was feeling uneasy.

"Cock just got home?" ashila asked after releasing their embrace. "It works a lot, huh?" continue Ashila gently while trying to dispel those misgivings. She must believe in her husband and throw away negative thoughts about him, must!

"L-yes, honey, I've been working a lot lately,"

"Have you eaten yet?"

Rayhan.

Ashila clucked slowly. "Cock yet! You are a habit, if again work likes to forget time, leisure time for a while to eat can, Mas," his nagging.

"Jaudah now you clean first, I want something for you," continued Ashila.

"Don't do it, honey, I'm not very laper."

"No, you have to eat, I don't want you to get sick!"

The man smiled broadly. "Judah yes, you chatty wife!!" Rayhan pinched Ashila's nose. "But I like it" he continued, chuckling.

"So, this is your lips why? How did you think Abis was bitten?" ashila asked as she touched Rayhan's lips.

Rayhan stuck out his tongue, moisturizing his lower lip. "Euu. anu, honey, just now, accidentally bitten."

"Can you do it, Mas?"

"Not intentionally, dear."

"It hurts?"

Rayhan nodded. "But if kissed you must hurt," he was spoiled.

Ashila hit Rayhan's chest softly. "Basic gumbal! Take a shower! You smell terasi tau," cried Ashila.

Rayhan kissed his armpit. "Not really fragrant gini is said to smell. You're weird, you know, maybe you're pregnant? You're craving again?"

Huh huh? What does pregnancy have to do with body odor?

"Pregnant? Pregnant what?"

"I mean, I smell like gini."

"What does getting pregnant have to do with your body odor?"

"Gini, honey, I've heard the case of pregnant women who crave again, she tuh if her husband uses perfume is said to smell, but if her husband again dry it is spelled fragrant, she said, maybe it's the same case as you are today" explained Rayhan, the man holding his wife's stomach. "Maybe in your stomach there's a baby grandpa, baby."

"Hisses! You really ngaco anyway, Mas, anyways I'm pregnant from where try, people now just me again the arrival of monthly guests."

"Huh? You're PMS again, honey?"

Ashila nodded. "Yes." Yeah."

"Yeah.means I can't ask for dong's ration."

"Gee! Fuck up! Yeudah there take a bath." Ashila pushed her husband's chest slowly.

"Go take a shower!"

"Kiss first!!"

"Mas Rayhaaan…"

"Yes-yes, you're chatty!" The man pursed his lips. "Eh, honey, what the hell?" Rayhan pointed to the balcony of the room.

"Where?" Ashila turned to follow Rayhan's index.

Rayhan quickly kissed Ashila on the cheek, leaving the woman suffocating in shock.

"Maafr…"

Rayhan immediately ran to the bathroom, when he arrived at the bathroom door, the man turned back to Ashila.

"Darling," call Rayhan.

Ashila slightly rolled her eyes lazily. "What?"

Rayhan kissed the air many times, kissed Ashila from a distance, then blinked his eyes, looked at his wife with indulgence, until finally the man actually went into the bathroom.

Ashila chuckled softly and shook her head at her husband's behavior. "Based on a weird husband! Good thing love."

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Now Ashila and Rayhan are on the bed, lying sideways and looking at each other.

Rayhan tidied Ashila's hair and slipped it into his wife's ear. "Darling, can I not?"

"Well, what do you want?"

Highlight Rayhan's eyes suddenly turned into melancholy, making Ashila's heart beat fast, why? What was?

"If one day, I abuse you and make you sick, will you leave me?"

"What's wrong, Mom?"

"You answer my question, would you leave me if I let you down?" Rayhan repeated his question.

Ashila was silent for a while, she blinked her eyes while thinking. "Depends" he answered.

Rayhan. "depends? Meanin?"

"It depends on how much you disappoint me."

"So, if my mistake was really fatal, would you leave me?"

"Maybe."

Rayhan sighed in frustration, then pulled Ashila's body to close to him, the man hugged the woman very tightly, covering up his fear at any time his wife could have left him.

"Why are you like that, Mom? Did you make a mistake and desecrate our marriage?"

The deg!

The heart stopped instantly, what deeds had he done that included desecrating marriage? Is lying to your wife a fatal mistake? Does meeting her ex-lover secretly include marital desecration?

"E-no, honey, I'm just nanya if you say," Rayhan said a little stammered.

"But wouldn't you like that if there was nothing, you hid something from me? You've got a problem, right?"

"Nothing is."

"liying? I know you it's not a day or two, Mas, so I know when you're lying or not."

"It's just a small matter, honey."

"Yaudah, let's tell me the same story, who knows I can help, right? We're husband and wife, Mas, your problem, mine too."

Rayhan returns to playing Ashila's haircut and kisses her forehead at a glance. "No papa, honey, I don't want my chatty wife to think about my problems, you've focused on your college, don't think about anything, okay."

"But lately you've been different, Mas, come home always lazy, I'm sure, your problem is not a small problem, Mas."

"Don't think about it, honey, we're sleeping, yuk, free to stay up too, you're also coming to the moon, so can't mess around first."

Ashila knew where her husband was talking, she just grunted quietly. "Yes, you really, mending us sleep, if not sleep, surely your brain will be filled with the same perverted thoughts you are."

Ashila immediately turned her body, turned her back to Rayhan, she immediately closed her eyes.

Rayhan just chuckled amusedly with his wife's behavior, the man immediately took a position to hug the wife from behind.

Gently, the man full of charm was showering Ashila's face with a kiss, both of them sleeping peacefully, not thinking of anything that would happen tomorrow.

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